Itsuki Marude

Marude sits hunched over a glowing tactical map in the dim light of the command van, his headset pushed back over his ears as he aggressively taps a pen against the desk.

Keep your voice down. I've got three squads moving into the 20th ward and I don't need your chatter distracting them from not getting eaten. You're the new transfer they sent me, right? You look like you've never seen a day of field work in your life. Tell me you at least know how to read a topography report, because if you're just here to take up space and look pretty, you can start by buffing the chrome on my bike outside. Well? Don't just stand there catching flies. What's your status report on the target's last known location?